My Strange and Wonderful Brass Band Addiction
Being in love with music is something that can consume the entire life of a person. I know this because this was the way I was brought up since I was born. Both my mother and my father were professional musicians that worked for a living by playing in orchestras. I was their only kid and they got me when they were somewhat older, but still deeply desired a child. In fact, they had been trying for over a decade to get a baby but the same had been steadily eluding them.
They went to many fertility clinics and visited any imaginable doctor or expert, but none of these were able to help them. There was not apparent cause of infertility in spite of the fact that they just could not get a child. When they were both almost in their forties, I think that they already made their peace with the fact that their marriage would be childless.
But then, somehow, I came about. My mother noticed she was pregnant and both of them could not hide their joy as if the same was a work of a small miracle. They waited patiently during the upcoming months and then I was born. According to the story that they have always told me, I was delivered in a hospital while my father played his trumpet in the parking lot outside, trying to encourage my mother and show her that he is with her. Because of this, it can be easily said that I was born through the sounds of music and for some reason, these sounds never left my life.
From the moment I began to sit up in my crib, I was surrounded by the musical instrument. Ranging from toys to really seriously designed and produced miniature flutes and string instruments, I had any imaginable object that a child could use to make music. In turn, I played with them constantly, completely mesmerized by the power to make sounds. I loved all of them, but the one that really made my heart fill with you were the wind instrument, especially brass ones. It did not matter if the instrument was a horn, a trombone or a saxophone, they were all incredibly interesting to me. I enjoyed listening to my dad’s jazz records or those weeks I spent traveling with my mom and her own band.
During my childhood and teen years, I also took any possible chance to see brass bands no matter from where they might come from. At that time, I consumed every record and every tape of a brass band and began to be immersed more and more in that distinctive sound. In some ways, the same was a bit funny because no other kid had that type of an interest, but for me, it was all I needed. Others were playing sports or collecting comic books, but I was watching intensity brass band concerts on VHS, humming along with the tunes and the melodies.
I finished college with a music and journalism degree, knowing I wanted to play music but also help other people discover it. That is the reason why I got a job at a music magazine that specialized in wind instrument music. In no time at all, I became the key correspondent for the brass band genre. I traveled to see brass bands all over the country, mostly on my own, while I wrote powerful and emotional reviews of all of them. For me, the same music became a sort of an obsession and even an addiction. There was something in the strong sound of a brass instrument as it reverberates through the audience and I do not just hear it, but also feel it in my chest.
This brought a smile on my face each and every time, often so much that I would laugh out loud and full of joy. The same laughs brought me more than my fair share of strange looks, but everyone would soon see that I was having a wonderful time. Here, on one of the concerts like this, I met a fellow music journalist by the name of Amanda. We bonded right there and then over our shared love of music and after a few weeks of writing back and forth, we became a couple. After that, it did not take us long to begin living together and a marriage came along less than two years since we met.
Now, we have two gorgeous kids and I play music to them all the time using my dad’s trumpet. This is the best life I could have ever hoped for and I keep reminding myself how lucky I truly am. Naturally, we still go out to see brass bands whenever we can. Here, we all laugh and take so much joy from this wonderful music and a wonderful family life we share.